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Lou Reed
Lou Reed


Background information
Birth name Lewis Allan Reed
Born March 2, 1942
Born place Brooklyn, New York United States
Genre(s) Rock
Glam Rock
Art Rock
Experimental Rock
Noise
Years active 1965—present
Label(s) RCA Records
Sire Records
Matador Records
MGM Distribution
Associated acts Gorillaz
The Velvet Underground
John Cale
Nico
David Bowie
Mick Ronson
Website Website



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Lou Reed Album


New Sensations (1984)
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You broke my heart and you made me cry
You said that I couldn't dance
But now I'm back to let you know
That I can really make romance

You do what you gotta do, you do everything you can
You do what you wanna do, hey, but I love you, Suzanne

You do anything once, you try anything twice
You so what you gotta do, hey, but I love you, Suzanne

I love you when you're good, I love you when you're bad
You do what you gotta do, but I love you, Suzanne

You do what you wanna do, you do what you you can
You do what you wanna do, babe, but I love you, Suzanne


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Jealousy, endlessly sweeps through my mind
Jealousy, often causes me to be unkind
I'm sorry I said that, I'm sorry I did that
I'm sorry I hit you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Endlessly jealous of you, being endlessly jealous of me
The man that you thought I could be
Turning red with jealousy

Endlessly jealousy eats through my skull
Endlessly jealousy makes me feel dull
Fighting, endless, jealous fighting
I feel my fingers tightening, tightening,
Please don't break her arm

Jealously thinking of you
Of your endless possesion of me
Of my jealousy / endlessly / jealousy, endlessly jealous of you

Sorry, running to a phone to say, I'm sorry
Running out of dimes, the phone on the street spit at me
Lyrics
Sorry, please you know how I'm sorry
I've been this way for oh, so long
Endlessly / Jealously / Jealous of you

Jealousy, endlessly eats through my mind
Jealousy, endlessly makes me be unkind
I'm sorry I said that, I'm sorry I did that
I'm sorry I hit you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Endlessly jealous of you, being endlessly jealous of me
Endlessly jealous of you, being endlessly jealous of me
Endlessly jealous of you, endlessly jealous of you


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The first bite of the apple made Eve smart
The second bite taught her how to break men's hearts
The third bite taught her how to strut her stuff
But she never got to the fourth bite, that says :
Enough is enough

Enough is enough, I've had enough of you
You can keep your dresses, you can keep your jewels
You can keep the color TV, those soaps just make me sick
All I'm asking you leave me, is my little red joystick

My red joystick, my red joystick
All I'm asking you leave me, is my little red joystick
My red joystick, my red joystick
All I'm asking you leave me, is my little red joystick

Eve kissed Able, that's how he got murdered by Cain
Abraham gave up his son, to keep his wife away
And even the Load almighty, speaking from the trenches to the pits
Spoke for all of mankind, when he said

LyricsTake the Porsche, take the kids, take the stocks
Take the rugs, take those roses from my poor heart wilting
But, please, please, please

Leave me my red joystick, leave me my red joystick
Leave me my red joystick, leave me my red joystick

Eve drank apple cider, Eve brewed good apple wine
Eve cooked up stewed apples, knew how to have a good time
She came into the bathroom, raised her skirts up high
She said, 'If a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, baby
Give me a piece before I die

Hey, Eve take a bite of my apple
I know you think you're pretty slick
The one thing I ask you to leave me is my red joystick

My red joystick, my red joystick
All I'm asking you leave me, is my little red joystick
My red joystick, my red joystick
All I'm asking you leave me, is my little red joystick
My red joystick


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If you gave up major vices
You're between a hard place and a wall
And your car breaks down in traffic on the street
Remember, I'm the one who loves you
You can always give me a call
Turn to me, turn to me, turn to me

If you father is freebasing and your mother turning tricks
That's still no reason that you should have a rip
Remember, I'm the one who loves you
You can always give me a call
Turn to me, turn to me, turn to me

When your teeth are ground down to the bone
And there's nothing between your legs
And some friend died of something that you can't pronounce
Remember, I'm the one who loves you
You can always give me a call
Turn to me, turn to me, turn to me

You can't pay your rent
LyricsYour boss is an idiot
Your apartment has no heat
Your wife says: Maybe it's time to have a child
Remember, I'm the one who loves you
You can always give me a call
Turn to me, turn to me, turn to me

What it's all too much
You turn the TV set on and light a cigarette
Then a public service announcement comes creeping on
You see a lung corroding or a fatal heart attack
Turn to me, turn to me, turn to me


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I don't like guilt be it stoned or stupid
drunk and disorderly I ain't no cupid
Two years ago today I was arrested on Christmas Eve

I don't want pain, I want to walk not be carried
I don't want to give it up, I want to stay married
I ain't no dog tied to a parked car

Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations

Talkin' 'bout some new sensations
Talkin' 'bout some new sensations

I want the principles of a timeless muse
I want to eradicate my negative views
And get rid of those people who are always on a down

It ain't enough to tell what is wrong
but that's not what I want to hear all night long
Some people are like human toulinols
Lyrics
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations

Talkin' 'bout some new sensations
Talkin' 'bout new sensations

I took my GPZ out for a ride
the engine felt good between my thighs
The air felt cool, it's was forty degrees outside

I rode to Pennsylvania near the Delaware Gap
sometimes I got lost and had to check the map
I stopped at a roadside diner for a burger and a coke

There were some country folk and some hunters inside
somebody got themselves married and somebody died
I went to the juke box and played a hillbilly song

They was arguing about football as I waved and went outside
and I headed for the mountains feeling warm inside
I love that GPZ so much, you know that I could kiss her

Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations

Talkin' 'bout your new sensations
Talkin' new sensations

Ooohhh, new sensations ...


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The other night we went to see Sam's play
Doin' the things that we want to
It was very physical it held you to the stage
Doin' the things that he want to ...

The guy's a cowboy from some rodeo
Doin' the things that we want to
The girl had once loved him, but now she want to go
Doin' the things that we want to ...

The man was bullish, the woman was a tease
Doin' the things that we want to
They fought with their words, their bodies and their deeds
Doin' the things that we want to
When they finished fighting, they excited the stage
Doin' the things that we want to
I was firmly struck by the way they had behaved
Doin' the things that we want to ...

It reminds me of the movies Marty made about New York
Doin' the things that we want to
LyricsThose frank and brutal movies that are so brilliant
Doin' the things that we want to
'Fool For Love' meet 'The Raging Bull'
Doin' the things that we want to
They're very inspirational, I love the things they do
Doin' the things that we want to ...

There's not much you hear on the radio today
Doin' the things that we want to
But you still can see a movie or a play
Doin' the things that we want to
Here's to 'Travis Bickle' and here's 'Johnny Boy'
Doin' the things that we want to
Growing up in the mean streets of New York
Doin' the things that we want to

I wrote this song 'cause I'd like to shake your hand
Doin' the things that we want to
In a way you guys are the best friends I ever had
Doin' the things that we want to ...


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What becomes a legend most
- when she's alone in a hotel lobby
What becomes a legend most
- some bad champagne and some foreign bottled beer
What becomes a legend most
- when the musicians have come and then leave her
What becomes a legend most
- besides beeing a legendary star
What becomes a legend most
- lying in bed cold and regal
What becomes a legend most
- lying in bed watching a talk show on TV
What becomes a legend most
- Fifty days in fifty cities
Everyone says she looks pretty
At least as pretty as a legend should

Fifty days can wear you down
Fifty cities flying by
A different man in each different hotel
And if you're not careful, word can get around

What becomes a legend most
- when she's lying in her hotel room
What becomes a legend most
- well baby tonight it's you


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I would not run from the holocaust
I would not run from the bomb
I'd welcome the chance to meet my maker
And fly into the sun, fly into the sun, fly into the sun
I'd break up into million pieces and fly into the sun

I would not run from the blazing light
I would not run from its rain
I'd see it as an end to misery
As an end to worldly pain
An end to worldly pain ...
I'd shine by the light of the unknown moment
To end this worldly pain
Fly into the sun, fly into the sun
I'd shine by the light of the unknown moment
And fly into the sun

The earth is weeping, the sky is shaking
The stars split to their core
And every proton and unnamed neutron
is fusing in my bones
LyricsAnd an unnamed mammal is darkly rising
As man burns from his tomb
And I look at this as a blissful moment
To fly into the sun

Fly into the sun, fly into the sun
I'd burn up into a million pieces
And fly into the sun
To end this mystery answer my mystery
I'd look at this as a wondrous moment
To end this mystery
Fly into the sun, fly into the sun
I'd break up into a million pieces
And fly into the sun


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Read in the paper about a man killed with a sword
And that made my think of my friend George
People said the man was five foot six
Sounds like George with his killing stick

Hey Bro, what's the word
Talkin' 'bout My Friend George
Hey Bro, what's the word
Talkin' 'bout My Friend George
You're talkin' 'bout My Friend George

I knew George since he's eight
I always thought that he was great
Anything that George would do
You know that I would do it too

George liked music and George liked to fight
He worked out in a downtown gym every night
I'd spar with him when work has done
We split lips but it was all in fun

LyricsHey Bro, what's the word
Talkin' 'bout My Friend George
Hey Bro, what's the word
Talkin' 'bout My Friend George

Next thing I hear George's got this stick
And using it for more than kicks
I see him down at Smalley's bar
He was wired up, I tried to calm him down

Avenge yourself he says to me
Avenge yourself for humanity
Avenge yourself for the weak and the poor
Stick it to these guys fight through their heads
Well, the fight is my music, the stick is my sword
And you know that I love you, so please don't say a word
Can't you gear the music playing, the anthem, it's my call
And the last I seen of George was him running through the door

I says, Hey Bro, what's the word
Talkin' 'bout My Friend George
Hey Bro, what's the word
You're talkin' 'bout My Friend George
Talkin' 'bout My Friend George


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I got the time I got my feet
Let's go hit the street
High in the city, high in the city
I got my mace and you got your knife
You gotta protect your own life
High in the city, high in the city

I wanna get high high in the city
I wanna stay alive here in the city
I wanna stay high high in the city
High in the city, high in the city

Let's not walk down Sutton Place
You know everybody there got an Akitas
High in the city, high in the city
Don't wanna talk politics today
I feel too good let me have my way
High in the city, high in the city

Let's grap a pie, let's hit the park
I'll kiss and hug you till it gets dark
LyricsHere in the city, getting high in the city
High in the city and you're looking so pretty
Feelin' pretty witty, gettin' high off of the city
High in the city

Watch out for that guy on your right
Seen him on the news last Saturday night
He was high in the city
Hey, look they're setting fire to that jeep
There's not much you can keep
High in the city, high in the city

I wanna get high high in the city
I wanna stay alive alive in the city
I wanna stay high high in the city
High in the city, high in the city
So many people feeling low
And there's only one way to go to
Get high in the city, high in the city


. . .



Down at the arcade the defender is there
Down off of Broadway he's there playing his games
It's very dangerous putting money down on Robotron
Oh, I'm the Great Defender
And I really know just how to get along

Down at the arcade
Oh, I'm the Great Defender
And I really think I've got it made

A fistful of quarters, a fifty dollar stake
Life is a gamble on Videotape
I called a disc jockey to dedicate a song to Blair
It's the 'Four Tops' singing 'I'll be there'

Down at the arcade ...

The president called to give me the news
I've been awarded the Nobel Price in rhythm and blues
And Stevie Wonder wants to record one of my songs
Oh, I'm the Great Defender
And I really know just how to get along

Oh, I'm the Great Defender, listen to my song
I really hope you like it, it isn't very long
It's rooted in the fifties but its heart's in 1984
And if you really like it
Then I sing it for you once more

Down at the arcade ...


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